Page 45 of The Allure Of Lord Devlin
The sight of her full breasts jiggling with the movement of her hand was a temptation he could not resist. He rose and nibbled down her slender throat, lingering for a moment at the point where her pulse beat fast and light. Dharma made a small sound as his thumb circled the luscious crest of her nipple. Her skin was soft silk beneath his touch, and infinitely feminine.
Her little cries grew in volume as he licked her mounded flesh, taking her erect nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply. He could feel Dharma’s hand tighten around him, and he whispered her name into the silent room.
He fell back on the cushion with a stifled groan, and she followed him down, her lips seeking his in a branding kiss. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth as her hand worked him harder and faster.
Desire spiked and fed his hunger. He closed his eyes, imagining what she would feel like beneath him as he possessed her body slowly inch by inch. The image was so evocative and he moved restlessly, seeking the glorious shattering finale to come.
Devlin’s hand reached over and covered hers, urging her on as he thrust powerfully into her hand. She wasn’t frightened as his thrusts grew in speed and intensity. She glanced at his face and he didn’t hide the feelings in his heart from her. He was lost to the world of pleasure.
Her other hand reached down and gripped his balls and that was it. He was going to climax. With a loud guttural groan, he pushed harder against her hand. Rapture took him prisoner and held him captive as a loud roar reverberated around him as he arched frantically, calling out her name as he came.
When Devlin could finally breathe again, he pulled her down into his arms and hugged her tightly, showering the top of her head with little kisses. “That was incredible. I cannot wait until I have you in my bed, both of us naked and all night to indulge you.”
“Just see that you stay alive to give me such a night.”
He stroked down the small of her back. “After what we just shared, I shall certainly try.”
Dharma pushed out of his hold. She stared down at the utterly tempting, devilishly handsome man who’d just turned her insides out. She wanted to share his bed. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man. She wanted to be his wife and the mother of his children. “I can’t wait to do this again with you.” She beamed at him. “I can’t explain how wonderful it feels to be in your arms.” Dharma hesitated before saying, “I know it’s not always like that. What we shared was special. Well, special to me, anyway.”
She waited for him to admit he felt the same as her. That what they just shared was special. She knew he’d had many lovers and just once she wanted him to be honest about what was in his heart.
“Devlin, stop being the coward. When you love someone, you open yourself up to all kinds of emotions. Suffering is one of those, for sure. Maybe the person will break your heart, and you’ll never be able to look at yourself in the same way again. That’s the risk of being in love. That is the burden you have to carry.
“But when love is returned. When love lights up your soul and protects your heart, the burden is weightless. Because the light of love lifts us up and allows us to fly. Come fly with me…”
He pressed a kiss to her lips before gently putting her aside and taking a handkerchief and wiping both of them. He buttoned up his trousers and reached for her nightgown to help with her dress. Once she was fully clothed, he pulled her into his lap and whispered in her ear, “It was the most special moment in my life and I’ll cherish it always.”
It wasn’t exactly the declaration of love she’d hoped for, but he had more important things on his mind.
His enemy waited to be exposed.
As if reading her thoughts, he stood, still holding her in his arms. She looked confused before she pushed out of his hold.
Her eyes met his and her heart beat faster. She saw—was it love?—it was certainly something. His next words warmed every inch of her.
“I will come back to you and we will continue this—discussion. You are mine and soon we will have a lifetime to make our own memories—happy memories.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Now go to bed and make sure you and Rosemary do not leave this house for any reason until I send word.”
“I promise you I’ll not do anything that will take your mind off your task. I want you back in one piece.” With that, she left him standing by the fire, looking into the dying embers. She would pray through the night that he was victorious in his quest tomorrow. He deserved to get everything his heart desired, and she was just happy to know she was the one thing he wanted.
ChapterThirteen
The gas lamps cast a dim glow on the cobblestone street as Devlin’s carriage headed for home. The scent and taste of Dharma swirled in his brain when he should be totally focused on his enemy.
She was so perfect in his arms tonight and a part of him wanted to forget the oath he’d sworn over his father’s grave—to avenge him. Clearing his father’s name—was that enough? Was he being foolish? Was risking his life when he could have the most wonderful life with her by his side with children, a place in society once his father was cleared? It’s all he’d ever dreamed of. And now, with Dharma, he could have that dream. A shiver ran over his skin. He was so close to having it all.
He wished he could be there to talk with Lord Liverpool to see if his lordship thought the note enough, but perhaps it was best to leave that conversation to the Duke of Sinclair.
Whatever happened tomorrow with Longton, at least his father’s name would be cleared by Parliament and Devlin hoped, also by Prinny. He rested his head on the back of the squab and went over his plan in his head. It was risky, but they had the advantage. Longton didn’t know about the note yet. The bastard probably didn’t even know they were on to him.
In the next moment, the carriage went up in the air on one side and came down with a crash. Devlin gripped the strap above the window as the carriage tilted and then crashed back down. He heard the wheel snap as they slid along the cobblestones. His senses went on high alert and he pulled the pistol from his jacket pocket before leaping out of the carriage.
“We hit a broken barrel, my lord. It’s snapped the wheel clean off.”
“Are you and Douglas all right?” Douglas was a young groom, traveling on the back of the carriage while his Tiger drove. Devlin looked around. They were only a street from home, not a likely place for an ambush given it was too public.
“I could unhook one of the horses for you to ride home.”
Devlin shook his head at his tiger. “I’m merely one street from home. Douglas can accompany me. You stay here with the carriage and I’ll send others to help get the horses home and the carriage off the street.”
